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Saw a black Chevrolet truck pass by me with the only sticker on it that said "I ❤️ my wife" in that stupid corny comic sans font. Pretty sure I just saw Frank Castle.
“You’re so active!” “You’re so strong!” Okay but why don’t I freaking look like it?? My body is the body of someone who sits on the couch all day stuffing their face with Doritos. I do stay busy and I work hard, I exercise when I can and I eat as well (or even better) as other people my age, and yet I still look in the mirror and my stupid body doesn’t even show it. And I know it’s not just in my head, because people (mostly men, actually) like to seem to give backhanded compliments and they either don’t realize or don’t care that it freaking hurts. I know I look like a lazy piece of crap, you don’t have to point it out man, I’m doing the best I can without destroying myself
It's already common knowledge that the animation for ATSV is absolutely bonkers (with the first film already breaking ground). But learning this added info over Hobie's animation is beyond nuts.
What if Ninety-Nine was meant to be a member of Clone Force 99??
The Kaminoans definitely played around with the accelerated aging rate of the clones, seeing as Omega was created before the Bad Batch, likely just after or around the time generation 1 and Boba were created for her to be old enough to remember the Bad Batch’s creation. This would also mean that the Bad Batch were likely created along with generation 2 for them to be mature enough for combat. Additionally, if Emerie is a Jango clone and Omega’s sister, the Kaminoans clearly gave her a dose of whatever accelerated her aging.
We know from TCW episode 03:01 “Clone Cadets” that training squads consisted of five troopers, but the Bad Batch only originally had four. There’s no real reason the Kaminoans would have deviated from Clone Force 99 having five members… unless something went wrong.
The Bad Batch still would have been functional as a squad of four if their training had been adapted to that of the commandos. I’m hesitant to say they were originally intended to train and operate as commandos, because their designations are CT-9901, 9902, 9903, and 9904 respectively, not CCs.
So, if there were supposed to be five Bad Batchers, who would CT-9905 have been?
My theory is that Ninety-Nine was originally created as part of the Bad Batch and was designated 9905, but something went wrong with the “desirable” mutation in his DNA that caused him to age far too rapidly. Upon seeing this, the Kaminoans removed him from the Bad Batch, but kept him around to see the results of their twisted experimentation. That means the rest of Clone Force 99 could still have been aware he existed, and maybe Ninety-Nine even looked out for them as he continued to rapidly age. It would also add to his desire to be a soldier like the rest of his brothers, and his strong sense of camaraderie. That would account for the Bad Batch knowing of his sacrifice when the droids attacked Kamino, and likely formulating Plan 99 in his honor.
Finally, it would make the situation even more poetic that Echo, who knew and befriended Ninety-Nine, would come to be the fifth member of the Bad Batch.
Fives x reader
Summary: the first two times Fives tries to charm you, and the time he succeeds
Word count: 1,7k
T/W: none
A/N: If Fives flirted with me I would simply pass away. Fives is the definition of "too hot to handle" and I am not built for dealing with that much hotness interacting with me.
On that happy note, I hope you enjoy this little fic! :D
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The first time Fives spotted you on that stool in 79's he had to do a double take because there was no way someone that gorgeous was willing hanging out at the tacky clone bar.
His next thought was he absolutely needed to go and talk to you, right now.
He nudged Echo, getting his attention before whispering to him .
“Don’t look now but... What about her? The one sitting by the bar” he subtly pointed over Echos shoulder.
Echo obviously whipped around immediately, catching a look at you and snorting before laughing loudly
“Yeah right Fives, keep dreaming.”
The sound of the clones talking made you turn and look towards the two, startling when you found them both staring at you. Fives grimaced, sending you an awkward smile and wave. You looked taken aback but forced a small smile back.
As soon as your back was to them Fives angrily grabbed Echo’s shoulder, turning him back around.
“Kriff sake Echo, what part of ‘don’t look now’ do you not understand?” he hissed at his brother, who only smiled cheekily and shrugged.
“What? S’not like you had a chance with her anyway”
Fives immediately sent him an offended look "I’ll have you know I can easily get any girl”
This made Echo spit out the drink he had in his mouth, laughing. Fives just crossed his arms and lent back, severely unamused.
When he saw Fives was in fact very much serious his laughs died down "Wait.. You actually believe that?”
Fives nodded firmly in response, Echo dissolving into giggles again
“What. You don’t think I can get her?” Fives huffed, making Echo laugh further in response, only able to shake his head.
Fives of course took this as a challenge and decided to make it his personal mission to woo you tonight. 1 because he thought you were absolutely stunning, and 2 because he was going to thoroughly enjoy the look on Echo's face.
Echo quickly nudged Jesse who was sitting next to him, getting an annoyed “What.’” in response.
“Trust me, you’re gonna want to watch this Jesse. Fives is about to get humbled.”
Fives huffed unamused, muttering angrily under his breath as he got up. Smoothing his hair and fixing his blacks he strolled over to you, pointedly ignoring Echo and Jesse who were giggling behind him.
He slid into the stool next to yours, oozing confidence as he sent you one of his most charming smiles
“Hey there beautiful.”
You turned to look at him, giving him a subtle up and down, raising an eyebrow at the way he'd sat with his legs spread, obnoxiously taking up way more space than needed Oh, so he was one of those guys then.
Catching you staring, he sent you a wink. "Like what you see meshla?"
You shrugged, shooting a glance behind him at his two friends who immediately scrambled trying to pretend they weren't just gawping at you two, one of them knocking over his drink in his haste.
The sight made you chuckle, turning your attention back to the trooper in front of you.
"Same as 90% of the guys in this bar right now. You're gonna have to try harder than that if you wanna stand out, trooper."
"What? These bad boys aren't doing it for you?" He smirked, flexing his arms and showing off his biceps.
His arms looked... good. Really good. You flushed, shaking your head to clear your thoughts and rolling your eyes to try to play it off.
Mistaking your head shake for a no, he decided on trying a different approach.
"No? Ok, I guess I'll just have to charm you with my words then."
You mearly tilted your head, raising your eyebrows at him and opening you hands in a 'go on then' gesture.
He smirked, resting his arm on the table top and leaning toward you, making sure to keep eye contact as he spoke.
"Y'know you look great in this lighting" he leant in even closer, whispering seductively "But you'd look way better in my bed"
This one got a surprised huff out of you, not expecting him to actually go full out. He smiled sheepishly at your reaction.
"Sorry, was that one too forward? Just couldn't help myself"
"No I just- well I'm not used to getting hit on like that I guess" you replied with a nervous smile.
He gave you a look of surprise "Seriously? Well, you've been hanging around the wrong guys then my dear. Guess you should have met me sooner."
You chuckled slightly, sliding a few credits ove the table for your drink before sliding off your seat. He finally clocked what you were doing, his hand automatically reaching out to stop you.
"Hey, hey. Where you goin'? I though we had something going on here?" he gestured a hand between the two of you frantically.
You smirked slightly, patting him on the shoulder
“Like I said, gonna have to try harder than that.”
His mouth parted slightly in surprise, scrambling for something to say, but you had already turned and were walking away.
“I’ll see you around?” he shouted out hopefully, to which you only responded with a quick wave over your shoulder before disappearing into the crowd.
He stood, staring dumbly at were you'd just been. Echo and Jesse gave up trying to hide their giggles and burst out laughing, the sound shaking Fives out of his trance.
“Told you so…” Echo said in a sing-song voice, only making Fives scowl. The look on his face must have been funny because it only seemed to make them laugh harder.
“Aw c’mon Fives, don’t get all moody on us now.” Jesse clapped a hand on his back “Better luck next time, yeah?"
—
The next time he spotted you he though he was hallucinating. You'd never told you you worked for the GAR but he could swear it was you under that walker. He squinted, taking a few steps closer before his face suddenly broke into a grin. Yep, that was definitely you.
He jogged up to you and put his foot on the edge of your roller, making you squeak in surprise when he rolled you out from under the walker you were working on.
You blinked up dumbly as he loomed over you, forearm leaning against the side of the walker and head tilting.
“Baby we really gotta stop meeting like this” he purred, smirking down at you.
You huffed, pointedly rolling back under the walker and your response coming slightly muffled from underneath it.
“And you gotta stop distracting me while I’m working”
Fives chuckled and knelt down to your level. Much to your annoyance he grabbed you roller and pulled you out again, stupid smirk still on his face.
"I couldn't resist, you just look so sexy with that grease all over your face."
Eyes widening, you furiously began wiping at your face with your sleeve, only managing to smear it further.
Feeling sorry for you he picked up a stray rag and gently swiped at your face. The tenderness of action making a light pink spread towards your cheeks. He caught your blush and raised his eyebrows at you, chuckling slightly
“Stop laughing at me” you tried to say it seriously but his continuous giggles eventually made you break into a smile.
He gasped dramatically, pressing a exaggerated hand to his chest “So she does smile after all”
“Yeah yeah very funny." You rolled your eyes at him playfully. "Y'know if you insist on staying here then you might as well make yourself useful.”
"Why of course, it would be my pleasure" he made a slight bow "What does my lady require?’”
You chuckled, shaking your head at his antics “Just pass me that spanner will ya?”
He quickly picked up the one you were pointing at, staring to pass it to you but suddenly pulling it back just as you were about to grab it.
“What the hell Fives?"
“Your hands are so much smaller than mine. Here we should compare.”
Before you could protest he was already holding his palm up to yours and pressing your hands together. The tips of your fingers only reached halfway up his and you hated the fact that it gave you butterflies.
When you started to pull away he quickly interlaced his finger with yours, keeping you in place. If you thought you had butterflies before then you must have a whole war going on in your stomach right now.
The look on your face must have given your feelings away because when Fives’ gaze flickered up to yours, his face quickly spread into a wide grin.
Opening his mouth to tease you further, he was interrupted by a shout of his name.
“Fives! Stop flirting with my mechanic and get over here”
You both turned to see Rex glaring at him from across the hanger. Fives shrugged, looking back at you
“Sorry meshla, but duty calls” he pressed a quick kiss to your hand which was still in his, making you blush instantly.
“Fives! What did I just say?” Rex’s voice rang through the hanger again, making Fives scramble to stand up.
“Sorry Cap, coming!” . He shot you a quick wink over his shoulder “I’ll see you around gorgeous”
—-
He was determined you’d eventually give in, and after many many testing remarks and lame pick up from his side, you eventually agreed to go on a date with him.
And you could honestly say that that one date was the best you’d had in your life (not that you’d been on many).
Fives had completely outdone himself and seeing him out of his uniform and away from his brothers was a eye opener for you.
When it was just the two of you could really see his loving and caring side peek through, and you fell for it hard.
As much as you hated proving Fives right, he was right all slong. You two had crazy chemistry and his confidence perfectly balanced out with you shyness, truly bringing out the best in the both of you.
So, to your surprise (and Echo’s dismay) somewhere along the line he'd actually managed to win you over.
Which led to how you were right now, curled up against his chest in your bed, his arms wrapped around you tightly.
His back was against the wall, chin resting on your head. You were sat across his lap, looking down at your joined hands.
Both of you were soaking up each other presence and silently enjoying the closeness of it all.
“I love your hands,” you mumbled, breaking the silence and getting a lazy hum from him in response.
Tracing your thumb over his knuckles, you carry on “They fit so well with mine.”
Fives chuckles, giving your hand a quick squeeze
“Lucky you then because there are thousands of my brothers with these exact hands across the galaxy”
You twist slightly, enough so that you could look at his face, smiling teasingly
“Then how come only your hands give me butterflies when you touch me?”
He melts instantly at you comment, grinning so wide his face hurts before shrugging and nuzzling his nose to yours, whispering softly against you lips
“Must be because I’m just that much more charmin'”.
He wonders if his General came because they were comrades, or because the intel in Wolffe’s head was much too important to fall in enemy hands…but there is something in the way Plo calls him son…
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After being captured by Separatists and losing an eye to the Sith, Wolffe struggles to come to terms with the worth of a clone.
PLO KOON
COMMANDER WOLFFE
THE CLONE WARS
CLONE TROOPERS
JEDI
COMIC
JASART
PLOFFLE
MY MAGNUM OPUS: A COMIC ESSAY ON THE CORNERSTONE OF ALL MY PLO & WOLFFE FEELINGS.
WOLFFE DEFERRED A BACTA TANK FOR SOLDIERS WHO NEEDED IT MORE.
BECAUSE HE’S THE ALPHA PROTECTING HIS PACK.
OR SO HE THINKS.
PAPA PLO!!!
PLO SUDDENLY SEES THE VULNERABLE CHILD WHOSE ARMOR HAS BEEN BREACHED. (jasjuliet)
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